With understanding comes clarity.
At first, Clayton and his companions were left in the dark, grasping for straws on what the core objective of the Trial was.
But now, they knew exactly what they had to do. They may not know how to go about doing it yet, but direction alone was enough for them as they got prepared to face the first phase.
The battlefield of memory locked around them like a closing fist.
The scar pulsed once, and suddenly the chamber was gone.
In its place now stretched an endless plain of roots and steel as the ground rippled with twisting vines, each vein of life knotted with wires and plates of alloy.
The sky above became a ceiling of green fire and black gears grinding endlessly. And from that ceiling, they came.
Figures poured across the plain, Verdant soldiers wrought of living bark and thorn, their bodies bristling with natural weapons.
